The Daily Life of the Immortal King

Half an hour later, Wang Ma had already packed up the food on the table, leaving only some of Wang Ling's usual favorite dishes in a lunch box in the kitchen. After the old man chatted with Dad Wang and classmate Lei Mouren for a while, the two went upstairs separately. Dad Wang had to rush the draft, and the old man was old and couldn’t stand the sleepiness, especially after eating. , there is always a feeling of mental laziness.

Since Mr. Wang retired, he has rarely had the chance to see cultivators. For such groups, Mr. Wang has always been very curious. He often heard people say that the epiphany of cultivators is sometimes only a thin line of opportunity, and sometimes the promotion of realm often only owes a fortune to the perception of artistic conception... However, Mr. Wang never imagined that he would fry a piece of the West. Orchid and a bowl of tomato egg soup actually have the same effect!

Before leaving, Mr. Wang patted Lei Mouren's shoulder three times when he saw Lei Mouren's puzzled expression. The old man is a past person. When he was a chef, he heard many stories of cultivators practicing cultivation, and there are many stories among them. It is said that cultivators accidentally went into the devil and finally cultivated in the process of comprehending the artistic conception and the epiphany of heaven. lost...

Old Man Wang patted the True Monarch Throwing Lei three times on the shoulder. His original intention was to remind Lei Mouren's classmates not to be too entangled in order to avoid self-immolation...

As a result, the figure of Lei Mou seemed to be electrocuted, and Teng got up again: "Thank you for the guidance, senior! The junior must come at the third watch and ask the senior to give guidance!"

Father Wang: "..."

Erha: "..." Instruct your mother to sell the batch! People are not the ancestors of Bodhi!

When Wang Ling got home, he saw a man in white folded his arms and lowered his head, staring solemnly at a broccoli and a bowl of tomato and egg soup that had cooled completely.

Erha told Wang Ling that the man had been in this position for a full hour...

Father Wang and the old man had already gone upstairs, leaving Ma Wang alone to accompany Lei Mouren. During this period, Lei Mouren kept his eyes fixed on the broccoli and tomato egg soup without speaking, making Wang Ma feel uncomfortable.

Seeing that Wang Ling had finally arrived home, Wang Ma seemed to grab a life-saving straw: "Ling Ling, do you think Xiao Lei is depressed?"

Wang Ling watched the man silently for a while: "..."

Obviously...it's a seizure!

Then, Wang Ling pulled Lei Mouren's classmate's collar without saying a word, and dragged him upstairs directly.

Seeing that Thunder Throwing True Monarch was dragged upstairs, Wang Ma was secretly relieved and began to pick up the last scraps on the table.

When the Thunder Throwing Lord was dragged up the steps by Wang Ling, he watched Wang Ma pour the tomato and egg soup into the sink, and immediately screamed: "No! My tomato and egg soup! You died so miserably! !"

"Brother Ling! I think my tomato and egg soup can be rescued... As long as you start with me now, before the tomato and egg soup flows into the frozen sea, you can stop it at the sewage transfer station!"

Wang Ling: "..."

"Okay, brother... I know this is a bit exaggerated. But at least, please keep the broccoli that the senior gave me... I will make a specimen and collect it!"

Wang Ling: "..."

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Although he hadn't met Thunder Throwing True Monarch for a long time, Wang Ling felt that the man's urination was really the same as before, and it hadn't changed at all. If I use one word to describe it, it is more nerve-wracking.

In the bedroom, Wang Ling took out a square box with sandalwood from under his bed. This box was used by Wang Ling to store the old seal talismans in the past, and the talisman that he just replaced not long ago contained exactly five of them.

Although the power of the seal was greatly reduced for Wang Ling, the seal effect of the talisman still existed. Wang Ling put the stone ghost face and these talismans together, and it also had a certain restraint on the curse power of the stone ghost face itself.

"Is this the stone ghost face?" When Wang Ling took the stone ghost face out of the box, the man in white next to him showed a surprised expression.

The rumored stone ghost face is older than he imagined, with mysterious eyes on the mask, gloomy undercuts, and the fading color that shows the ancient traces of the stone ghost face... If I didn't see it with my own eyes, just based on the few physical pictures on the Internet, the man in white really couldn't see so many details.

Thunder Throwing True Monarch stared at the mask carefully for a long time, and suddenly realized a terrifying problem, and then suddenly looked at Wang Ling, "Have you tried wearing it..."

Wang Ling nodded truthfully, and then voice transmission explained that after putting on the mask, he didn't feel much, and then he took it off.

"...Brother Ling, did you take it off?!"

The man in white thought of a speculation, and suddenly took a deep breath: "...According to this stone ghost face, combined with the situation I have obtained through investigations over the years, it can basically be confirmed that this mask is genuine. But just now I I found a problem, I always feel that the barbs on both sides of the stone ghost face seem a little crooked... It is a fake or a flaw in workmanship, but according to the situation explained by Brother Ling..."

What do you mean?

Wang Ling looked at the man inexplicably.

"Simply put, it was when Brother Ling tried on the stone ghost face last time. The stone ghost face actually had a reaction to seize the house. Moreover, according to the records in the data, the process of the stone ghost face winning the house is to stab the barb into the house. face..."

"..."

"But obviously, this stone ghost face failed..."

"..."

Speaking of this, Thunder Throwing True Monarch couldn't help but sighed: "Brother Ling's thick skin... It's really worth mentioning, I can't keep up with it!"

"..." MMP!

"Anyway, it's a big trouble to leave this stone ghost face here with your brother. Why don't you give me the stone ghost face? Brother, I will definitely take care of this mask." Thunder Throwing True Monarch patted his chest and assured.

Listening to the man's words, Wang Ling fell into a brief thought. Compared with Shanshui Manor, an organization with bad mind tricks, Wang Ling of course would rather believe in himself, a brother whose immortal fate is as high as 70%. But these days, everything is about trading... Wang Ling felt that he couldn't lose.

After being silent for a while, the man in white received Wang Ling's voice transmission, with a surprised expression on his face: "What? A meeting? Brother Ling said, as long as I go to a meeting for Brother Ling, give me the mask. ?"

Wang Ling nodded solemnly.

"Brother Ling is too polite... Even if you don't need a stone ghost face for such a trivial matter. As long as your brother opens his mouth, he will definitely attend! Speaking of which... Brother Ling hasn't said what the hell is this meeting?"

Wang Ling smiled slightly, and then shoved a notice sheet for the parent-teacher meeting of No. 60 Middle School into the man's hand.

Thunder Throwing True Monarch: "..."